it's 10am on a Monday morning back home - 2am where i am - and i receive a text message from my mama -
you should start thinking about the car number plate you want - 0711, 1088, 53xx...
each number has some significance to me - birthdate, mobile phone digits, ID number - and the fact that she remembers these numbers off the top of head says something. it says a lot of things.
i want to remember this moment - me sitting at my laptop, more alone than ever, but for a mountain of coursework and revision to tunnel through - and her sitting at her office computer, thinking of me.
i am everyday stunned by my parents' devotion and dedication to me and my sisters. do we deserve it?